John Landry
Letter from Patmos

Here it is the dawn of another apocalypse.
The magpies won’t relent. Lightning
across the cave mouth sieve of vision.
Panormitis beacon is a floodlight
in someone else’s concentration camp
nightmaring bees in Jesus’ beard or
a single rent hem driving someone crazy
enough to start another war because.
God forbid, it’s mascara after all.